Well, calling him a thinker is definitely a fitting description. But right now, he isn't thinking so much and more busy with forming a third projectile out of the snow - when he gets hit by something again. And this time he is sure that it can't have been the wind - and sure enough, when he raises a hand to touch the back of his head, there is snow on his gloves when he pulls his hand back.

Odd. He looks around, trying to see if there is anyone, but can't see a thing. Hm... Maybe it it really is the wind. Throwing snow balls. Right.

But the area is quite flat and he can see far enough to know that there are no humans around him anywhere, and... Even if it was a mutant who could use some kind of power to throw them farther, there just is nobody around. But he can't have imagined it this time, either. Well. Talking might help to draw them out either way, but what to say? "Hello" would just sound boring, like a bad movie. After a few moments of quiet consideration, he decides to settle with the thought that he had earlier. He finishes his snowball and aims it into the direction that he guesses the attack to have come from. "Stop that, K'ng Frost."